For many Baby Boomers, dinner was far more than a daily meal—it was a structured family ritual built around etiquette, ...

Dear Miss Manners: When I was growing up, my mother was adamant that I learn proper manners, especially at the dinner table. Bad table manners were my mother’s pet peeve, and they became mine, as well ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: When I was growing up, my mother was adamant that I learn proper manners, especially at the dinner table. Bad table manners were my mother’s pet peeve, and they became mine, as well ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: When I was growing up, my mother was adamant that I learn proper manners, especially at the dinner table. Bad table manners were my mother’s pet peeve, and they became mine, as well ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: My boyfriend and I live together, with roommates, in a big house. We share the cooking, and due to shift work and other reasons, dinner can be anywhere between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m.

Earlier this year, I realized that dinnertime had gotten out of hand at my house. It seemed like each of my five family members spent half of our mealtime together complaining about each other's poor ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: My boyfriend and I live together, with roommates, in a big house. We share the cooking, and due to shift work and other reasons, dinner can be anywhere between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m.

Dear Miss Manners: At a dinner event I attended at a hotel, the tables were 10-foot rounds with tablecloths that went to the floor. The dinner was buffet style, but we were all wearing semiformal ...

Dear Miss Manners: When I was growing up, my mother was adamant that I learn proper manners, especially at the dinner table. Bad table manners were my mother's pet peeve, and they became mine, as well ...